Best Cubicle Poems

We work inside a cubicle. 
Our faces bathed in bluish glow
Like corpses at a funeral, 

But if we're dead we don't yet know. 
Instead we numbly press on keys
Within our lidless coffin row.

Complacency is our disease
For nothing changes day to day;
A truth a habit guarantees....

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I need to stay
In a love cubicle, and
Excitingly write
Love's innermost recesses
Where passion, joy and love rules!...

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The Noose is tightening.
The 5’s and 10’s yanked from our hands and aching backs 
Are spent on band-aids:
A last stand effort to plug the holes in our hearts
When the price of drowning is only getting higher
So we turn to tiny acts of thievery
Taxes prettied up,...

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click click, click click, tick-tock, tick-tock,
the clock seems to tick not as fast as one wants,
the air conditioner stops now they can hear you chew, 
after the first week, you knew this wasn't the right job for you.

two years go by, collectively this repetition makes...

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I wish the world was made of cubes,
Four flat sides and a top ~
For I cant stand the slippy things,
That tend to slide or flop.
From piles of paper falling down 
Upon my dirty floor ~
To odd shaped bottles and fans I have,
Like one gigantic junk...

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There once was a boss who was bald
yet thought himself stoutly ribald.
The dweebs who worked for him
were hairy and liked gin.
Was not news to hear that boss falled....

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Skyscrapers, our societies pyramids
Built with a work force in need of these jobs
But these meaningless buildings are made for the boss,
Where the only way to lift your spirits is to take the elevator
To your top floor universe,
Amazing the 10 feet distance between us
Determines that we...

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thumb tacked , tackled some say by the thumb,
  a
 bullied pencil pusher sitting upright at mid afternoon.  
so thin his ergonomic spinal robot as he leans back 
in his plastic office chair.

peering around the corner, around the darkened tan
 hedges of the...

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Thirty years
stuck in a basement corner cubicle
Now retirement is on a countdown approach
Seems all you can do lately
is dream about that burnt gold convertible
Going from zero to sixty in a heartbeat
gives you a sugar express rush
To bad the office years didn’t go that fast
Making coffee...

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I don't have much to say anymore... 
 My routine has become me...
 I toil under the artificial light...
 In the mountains but longing the sea...
 I've wanted to speed up the oppressive time...
 But sometimes I've wanted it to slow...
 I've walked miles under...

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Oh, pencil pusher,
your meager ambitions are few
Looking across the human prairie 
what do you office see?
Your cubicle is left of center,
on the low rung of the corporate ladder
Middle management is not your destiny,
mornings are your richest coffee coronations
You revel in the small talk
carried to your...

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He rides amid gray fabric canyons
In the cubicles of his mind—
Just provin’ himself an office hand
Among the others of his kind.

His plains are far as he can stretch arms
And touch each side with fingertips—
His range is that brand new cubicle,
With that he has to come...

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The Cubicle

By Elton Camp

I get tired of hearing from whinny folk
Who think their job will them choke
“It’s not the type of work I hoped to do.
It’s unworthy for me to put my time into.”

Every employment has its up and down
There’s no perfect position to be...

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Computer why are you not turning on?
Now you’re on. – meh

Opening programs before I log in.
Sometimes it is repeated more than once.
An interval of 15 minutes or more..

Finally everything is running .
It is a miracle.

The phone is older than the movie ‘Ghost.’
Surprisingly it has no...

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Freddie the furlough 
Sat there with his Merlot 
Watching the sun go up and down
While his body got tan and brown 
They said they had full control 
That is what Freddie the Furlough was told 
Sitting in his cubicle one day 
They came over to...

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